March 22.
I have written to Weismann telling him that Bunting will send him a copy of the 'Cont. Review.'[111]
I have asked W. if he will give the Romanes Lecture some year. Love to you and the chicks. You will have to tell me which is which of the boys.
Unless he has already procured ordinary kittens, tell John[112] to get them either Angora or Persian. They will cost more, but will be much better.
I had a long innings with the doctor to-day; he says I am perfectly sound; believes my headaches are all gastric.
Your last letter just received is such a relief to me. I was just Ernest's age when I nearly died of whooping cough.
The home coming was very bright, and again Mr. Romanes set to work with renewed and, alas, too great vigour. Beyond absolutely refusing invitations to dine out at Oxford, and living as quietly as possible at home, there was no keeping him in order. The following letters show how irrepressible his spirits were whenever a day's health made him hopeful again.
To Mrs. G. J. Romanes.
Athenæum Club: May 10, 1893.
I was very sorry that I could not get home to-day, and hope you will have received my telegram. Everybody was at the Royal Society except Balfour, and I became wearied with congratulations on my improved appearance. I met Moulton,[113] who was awfully nice, and wanted me to dine and sleep at his house some day if I can, in order to talk over 'physiological selection.'